Benzino – Follow Me (to Murder) lyrics

Chorus

(Benzino): Come

with me lets (Murder) Follow
me to (Murder) Come
with me lets (Murder) Follow
me to (Murder) La
la la la la la la (Murder) La
la la la la la la (Murder) (Mr

Gzus). It's
a thrill to me that you niggas want to kill me I
think you all know this saga They
mad cause they wish they had the shit that I had I'm
fucking there babies moma My
soldiers salute with their guns high Aim
and they'll shoot you with one try I
never understood why niggas, snitch and bitches lie How
a motherfucker gonna testify When
he's doing the same shit that I'm doing Yap?
to the feds for a little bit of bread Now
The whole fucking game is ruined A
lot of these niggas are two faced They
need to use glue for they tooth paste They
better strap up or get their boots laced Or
get victim of a 44 shell case Your
bitch said she like the way my dick taste Now
the hoe back up in your face To
the rules of the game you're a disgrace Never
trust no bitch in the first place Me
and Big Sco came to blast these hoes' Who
can't keep shit on the hush When
we come guns, bust Ruckus
hit the dust it's, only us Chorus

(Big:

Sco) These
niggas want drama Who?
the fuck these busta testing Bout
to teach em a lesson when, I get to blesson Wit
the motherfucking smith & wesson No
question let me make one suggestion Don't
fuck around with a nigga that you can't fuck with Cause
I buck quick what's wrong dog You?
mad at me cause your bitch suck dick Just
duck quick cause when I let that thing off When
I break it off ring it off it's over with Busting
nuts I'm all over the shoulder shit You
can't fuck with a nigga y'all know this shit is on Some
popo shit but when it comes to me I don't know no shit You
got to go bitch gotta find a big ditch for a bitch snitch Hit
the nigga with 6 in the mix Ima
fix the mother fucker cause he a big bitch Swiftly
hit the nigga with the fifty caliber Challenger
I'm, a damage ya you, a amateur I
got stamina kill, a nigga put it on camera Fuck
around I'll have to handle ya dismantle, ya ha, This
what I do to a enemy Split
a motherfuckers head like Kennedy Fuck
y'all don't, you know its ten of me So
don't pretend to be no friend to me Big
guns those things are like kin to me Simply
I bust and the ones I can't touch Well
put it like this them, bitches get fucked my, dick get sucked y'all
can't fuck with us Listen
you don't want to bang with me hang with me Nigga
throw, them things With
me Big Rosco cool, Gzus g-pack, Wiseguys Made
Men and, the Hangmen 3 Chorus

(Murder):

3x Follow
me to (murder) La
la la la la la la Chorus